By Ajayi Victoria

Any excuse I put up 

will be an insult,

 a slap to the faces of those

 who walked without feet, 

who carried the burdens

 of the world without hands,

who had visions without eyes,

who heard the sound of victory

 without ears,

whose voices rang through 

the ends of the earth

 though they could not speak.


Oh! Man is really inexcusable

How can I complain that I am slow because of my burdens,

when people have run marathons 

with the world on their shoulders?

Lord this I pray,

That on that day when my gift is most needed,

On that day that even a soul counts on me

That I may not be found drowning in the murky waters of excuses.

Copyright© 2020 by Ajayi Victoria

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